This is a song about "Ronan the pedophile"

I'm the operator, the administrator.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Baby, you know who you are

Than the birds on the wire

The paper to the pen.

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Take the exit, the nearest left

He lying i’m on papers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

The bigger the the fun

Go where you ain't been