This is a song about "The graphics of the wold"

In the face of the outside.

And what your whip like

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Over the wold you strolled, foretelling the untold,

Three times cause fate had my side

In the face of the outside.

To the rigors of the industry

I just want somebody i can see

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

In the face of the outside.