This is a song about "Buzz light yeat"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

And get out of my light,

Slow and steady wins this race

Masked by my buzz, fuck savin' face,

In twilight my ultraviolet light light light

I'll never forget, never forget the night

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

I'm shook by the buzz and there's much to be told

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Holy shit! not to forget my black lungs, it feels like pile of buzz//

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

While i be blowing buzz, you be blowing your bloody nose, bitch

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Drug myself unconscious but my buzz is still definite