This is a song about "Comets"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Here, whack rappers i'll make a promise with you, but first let these lyrics like comets hit you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,