This is a song about "Electromagnetic spectrum"

I've got health and family,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

So i don't spill my mix

You can hear it in my lyrics

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

I spit acid and destroy facets of sound//

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

And he'll be damned if he's gonna put up with that line again

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

My records sell, yes sir

Can't keep it together

Grab a few kids put they asses up in line

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time