This is a song about "Combine"

And combine with the minds of some brighter people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Was it a blur of memoires combine by fantasy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

When i combine the two weapons i get the devil's horn

First you need to combine the acts of your stupid ass

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

As mine combine bars as if i commit crimes/

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Sip some wine, while i combine a kind of gourmet delight