This is a song about "Comets"

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

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

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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