This is a song about "What are you on"

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

Jimmas are foreseen if you know what i mean,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Cant you see what we are all leaving behind

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Cause you are. you must be a slave that what you are that sucks on cocks and

Guess what you are different too

Wolf gang, triple six crew

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

You already know what i been on