This is a song about "Stretch marks"

When your brain starts to stretch and flex,

I'm on deck i'm up next

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

Tie each limb up and stretch em on a rack til it breaks

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

I got these tats all on my arms

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

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

But like space and time i stretch wide indefinitely

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free