This is a song about "Comets asteroids and meteors"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

They laugh and scream and leap

For the low that nine cheap

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Living young and wild and free

But five years from now i bet she see

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Social conditioning and

I fear no opponent

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target