This is a song about "Pogo sticks"

People think i'm on a pogo. my secrets out dr.jekyll mr.hyde i'm a monster out in

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

But i'm white, quite well off and living out within' the sticks.

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

The influences sticks like those needle pricks and squirm,

Scrap back to the block cause it be bouncing like a pogo

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

But i ain't listening

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling