This is a song about "Prokaryotes and eukaryotes"

Vijay singh and all of them

And get it again and again

And kill yourself and your clique

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

And nasty remains and bones

And i don't think homes

Looking at your money

And a fridge and some broccoli

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip