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

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Brain's a stream of insanity

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

My rhymes eat up your lines like a fuckin pop tart

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

For serial killings across the world.

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I'm bulking it up, just like pop eye with spinach

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

A plan to pass this rappers like a running stream...