This is a song about "Fix"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And i gotta get my fix

In there she stares ya down for her next fix

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

Gotta fix that wack 'fore you get real trapped!

Unify them, mob through, take over and

You should probably fix your face

Yeah hail mary full of grace

You do realize that your make up will not fix your stupidity.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And these catholics think they can fix anything man,

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam