This is a song about "Alex the hore"

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

After the fire, comes the rain

Floor seats at that wizards game

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Take the exit, the nearest left

Half your body laying on my chest