This is a song about "Sonar"

I'm a whale and you're jonah my proportions are biblical

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

People jumpin around when they hear my sound

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Think i need a new purse

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Let fly trigger a torpedo nuclear or a new disease

Teach you how to rope a chick

So down to earth it's just ballistic

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

It's just about the people being trapped up in our system,

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from