This is a song about "Weird stuff"

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

And my nintendo, damn, that shit is actually hella weird

I'm hooked on that good stuff

We don't ever make love

He's the one doing his stuff

I'm breathing for a purpose

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

They thought i was happy, bubbly and weird

You're talking to one of the greatest

I got glasses to see stuff,

Then i said i had enough