This is a song about "Donic the hedgehog"

Where the fuck the chorus

On the slow jam of love

As the tao converted the thief

Got tired of running from the police

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

From the gutter to the roof

High as shit, i’m in a booth