This is a song about "Synchronize pulvarize helm badgering"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Then to try to chase these men

The rest biding their time till the helm

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

I lead the helm, so you can call me captain crunch

The rest biding their time till the helm

Shit, we don't believe none of them