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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And the ball sacs are pissing on their parent's epitaphs

But then the walls begin to change and start bindin a spell.

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Its in black and white and read all over

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir