This is a song about "Ra ing"

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

No fuck-ing rules gonna stand in our way of a cor-rect place,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Then y'all should get this too he's no please-ing it's a fact/he's a criminal of feelings

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since