This is a song about "The algorithm"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Better yet they work my every nerve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Take the exit, the nearest left

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Parking lot of the blue flame

After the fire, comes the rain

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

What up girl, tell me how you been

The bigger the the fun