This is a song about "Special ed kid"

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Start to laugh when i'm picturin anto sittin in special ed

Treat them no special because they're people too

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

So much damn potential, but wastes it on saying "i am special"

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Its special, im the opposite of gentle

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Crossover give ed to d, so that i'll leave ill sucker limping

We're sicker than a student who's piling in special ed,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead