This is a song about "Alto saxophone"

Overdosing on emotion, roller coasting through motions

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

It's alright, if it's right

Top ranked, number one my son

But with a pierced organ

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Rollin in ma bentley, not even a fuckin dent in it//

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

It's a roller coaster babe, and sometimes i catch myself throwing up,