This is a song about "Gabrielle union"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

We should all join as one as a union

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

None of your own will pick up the phone cuz this human is a new fusion god and man perfect union

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,