This is a song about "Specs string realtime pulse security stream settings serial output synchronus pop up"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Brain's a stream of insanity

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

That’s when i just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there

Adrenaline junky, pulse is throbbing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Brain's a stream of insanity

20 racks really thats sneaker money