This is a song about "Subjects and veebs"

That's why i shine like i does

And that’s none of my subjects.

I be gettin' money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Swear i will murk any beat

They laugh and scream and leap

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

And kill yourself and your clique

Now it's time to eat

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident