This is a song about "Yelling"

Chasing him, his asthma's flaringsmoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring

I'm on a killing spree, can no one stop me, so turnt like a slave that got out yelling

Kids all yelling, "sids back!" when i say i know

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

And all my childhood memories

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

The ref is yelling, its a blessing though i'm guessing to y'all its depressing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

No time for a doctor, now im yelling medic!

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

I said i'm sorry for the yelling at all the pointless

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Going to all his friends yelling that baby ain't his, (but it is though, but it is though)