This is a song about "The department of tresury"

The replacement of the word "mother"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

To the voice of the oblivion,

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I aint comparing them cos dis aint my department!

Of finding myself as an individual

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

It's just textbook stuff

The things im most scared of

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

The revolution will proceed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed