This is a song about "Lovely afternoon"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

What do you want me to say? your a lovely little liar.

I guess you could say that's my poison, such a lovely crutch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Az's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon