This is a song about "Lies deceit illusions alibis"

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Stop tellin yourself lies

I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

With third eye sight meant to see through illusions

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Committing unspeakable acts of deceit and self pity

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Thriving a life siphoning lies

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Barely alive now swallowin his deceit

For the whole week, no time for cold feet