This is a song about "Lewis the fuckboy"

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

But now it's more declare

The trigger or the chair

Lady at the frank stand will

Your the boat without the paddle

Never ever pay rent

Take the exit, the nearest left

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack