This is a song about "Something but make it suitable for kids miku does the test of being a great pop star in this ring of joystick verse"

Slit throat put a wide hole in ya skull bigger then the size of ring rolls.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Does all this mean i can't rap - the colour of my skin

Everybody finger point in your direction

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

This shit ain't all i got, but imma make the best of it

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

But there's no pleasure in being the ender of a life that you once treasured

But imma talk shit, for the rest of this fucking verse

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

So great i take over kids minds, like clash of the clans

On a mission to vicous to mention it in this verse

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters