This is a song about "Ra ing"

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

Before my head gets steered, not hearing shit, man im go-ing crazy

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

And this will be the song that we sing

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Need i say more out in singapore

Get the fuckin ra after your