This is a song about "Your a wizzard"

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Because your a sick bastard

And that i spent the night with her

Take a piss on your sweater

My time with their half-witted reviews

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Your lucky not a casket

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Never ever pay rent

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Your about to witness a massacre

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Halfback toss to right