This is a song about "The oppression of penguins"

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

No oppression again we just cannot stall

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

But i didn't listen and before i knew it i was seeing penguins

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

The things im most scared of

And i need you to show me love

For the man of the hour

I don’t care where ya are