This is a song about "Edwin hubble and the cosmos"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I'll meet you in the sky

The vertex and the third eye

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Grab the scissors and saws and

This how i hear it different