This is a song about "What are you"

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

And you know what i found hater are just hating because

Jimmas are foreseen if you know what i mean,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

"oh doc what is wrong with you are you in shock?"

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

What are you doing this is my life

Hop in and let me test drive