This is a song about "Rare i m mew"

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

A working genius, a work of art

Think of keep it real, the rare a+ that i notched

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Ur cool dude, but ur searching for purpose like mew two, i school fools

I"m the designated driver

My records sell, yes sir

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards