This is a song about "Basil the basil"

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

See boy she been in love

Where the fuck the chorus