This is a song about "Radical functions"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Radical cannibal snappin bones there goes ya clavicle

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Grab a pen in clutches, send it to heaven above functions

Radical larry, party, and bullshit

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

It functions so well that i always come back

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise