This is a song about "Viewers are morons"

Roses are red and violets are blue

You know i’m better off without you

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

I gotta know if it's real or not

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Was thrown in a river by morons and nearly drowned

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

'bout to get my other car

And delete that weed you are

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I'm going off the top of the brain