This is a song about "Malakas with maracas"

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

And don't make vibrations stop

With rock, shock rap with doc

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I entered with, rendered with it,

Suicidally colliding with

Which is the root of all negative

With unlimited leeway

No one knows what to say

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Enough pain already to sleep with

Pocket racked up all big faces