This is a song about "Basil the basil"

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Still the man with the pan

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

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

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news