This is a song about "Viewers are morons"

Blessed to be who they are

The engine in back of my car

Skies are black, clouds are red

She don’t give her nigga head

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Your music in the car

Just because of who we are,

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

As deep as dawson's creek and shit