This is a song about "Teenage mutant ninja turtles"

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

I slice the track in two, like my words are a ninja sword

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

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

Watching turtles hate on shredder

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

For all the ninja that done to me

We came.. way too far pretty baby

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns