This is a song about "Air wick sins"

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

My city's culture to the game now in existence

I think then "can i convince the lord to forgive my sins?"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

One rap to repent for all your sins

I'm running out of air

But now it's more declare

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Lord plz forgive me for all my sins

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Repent sins....like japan did