This is a song about "Articles of clothing"

I used to have a nine to five

Of the book of your life

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Shaved of the face of the earth

We should fuck each others mothers

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Quickly replacing any clothing that was strafed and warn..

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

Converting verbs in my verse with diverse-ity with articles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks