This is a song about "Collection"

Then some lady named billie holiday

Cause todays garbage collection day

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

Once they accidentally find your collection of knives,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Carmines and aquas, to add to my collection

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

To this collection of words that i happen to jot

They don't care bout the economy as long as they benefit from the tax collection!

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

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