This is a song about "Cryptic nova"

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

I'm out this fuckin' world like a super-spaced nova,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

'nova- i'll sit on my sofa and shit in your soda

I'm about to go super nova

My all gold rolly or the

Keep the bitches on my dick

I think nova scotias sick