This is a song about "Aaron s condoms"

But now invisible cells around your brain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

But i remain the good kid

The outline which you n****s out dated

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get