This is a song about "Shitting out rainbows"

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Out of mind out of sight

So please step aside

In her defense she a part of the crowd

So we.agreed.to blow that shit out

Man nobody out here's got it figured out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Get up out out my way

Rub my back, then let me lay

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Turn you over pull it out