This is a song about "Canals in venice italy"

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

See i walked in while she creeped in.

They go major, the flow is no longer

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

I couldn't possibly fit in

Visions, dreams of passion

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

February cold as my heart

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that