This is a song about "Snorting coke and shooting up preschools"

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Just need doritos and a diet coke,

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Snorting coke behind that couch in which you're starting to cower

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Stir up coke rock like a robot and it's hot, you ain't even know it,