This is a song about "Teenage mutant ninja turtles"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Rep middle east, ninja beastlier than the one flick that chick hudgens in

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

With sewage leaks an wounded mutant freaks

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

A white rapper,rabbit, but we win it like its a turtles race/

A fucking mutant, come on bro lets do this

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

For all the ninja that done to me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry