This is a song about "The trouble with television by robert macneil"

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

See me on the television set, warrants everywhere

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Carved by the god with all his passion,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

With a populace that's brainwashed by the occupants,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

//obviously, anyways, enjoy! (by the way it's a faster rap with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

The manic is back with brainiac by his left

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect