This is a song about "Fenix the douchbag"

Down the street to the car,

Just to let you know, you are

Where the fuck the chorus

I think found where your mind was

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

Just take control if you can

Still the man with the pan

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

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

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware