This is a song about "Kaleb the korean"

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

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

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Im the one waring the mussel,

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

They like talking, its like gossip

Stuck in the in the tub,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst