This is a song about "Bridget the midget"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

The more battles the better the flows

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Or something that you paid for

In the heat of the summer,

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily