This is a song about "Colin the photographer"

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

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

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

The key is the only way

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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