This is a song about "Copper 2 chloride"

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

And i just love your flashy ways

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

Melting pennies an painting copper ill sell my soul if you give the dollar

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

My mama smoked so god damn much

Pin drinking sway 2 touch

You know i stick to the script

Writing-chan, copper kilt

Divide you in 2 sections

Now, nigga, it’s the prince