This is a song about "Pissing all over the walls and in some random dudes coca cola"

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room

It feels random all is undefined

You can search but you'll never find

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Trippin hard as fuck all up and down these walls

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Blood squirtin on the walls, and i aint even nervous at all

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball