This is a song about "Electromagnetic spectrum"

And nightmare is going ahead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Pushing in my mama van

You're not, such a fan

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

He got you sick, he takes the mix

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

You a bitch,and your nightmare me im betten

But she's not alonemiss independent

I mix it with, six different liquors and

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,