This is a song about "Blasting mayonnaise out of the galaxy with our love"

A dragon blasting collapsing the foundation of your palace

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Yeah i wrote sweet lyrics of our love

Cuz the bitches like us, but they love our home.

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Thinkin on the days when our love was all that,

Part of me hates your guts but the other part is in love with you.

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

But don't deny it's the divinest love of rap for which we strive for, not our marital strife, whore

I know any insane deranged nigga would use my brain as a lyrical vindictin grocery store!!!!!!!!