This is a song about "Scripps ranch"

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Left hopeless in a car about to stall

That's the masterplan, to brainwash at least half the land,

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

More beef than a cattle ranch

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Now you's a sick lil dude

And all you cute

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Walk into the bathroom stall and i'd rather see em take a bullet in da

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling