This is a song about "Borderlands the pre sequal"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Huh, i can't interpret her

Than the birds on the wire

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

My rhymes pre-cise, i'm too much for you, like weed's price.

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I refuse to be another being on this earth

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors