This is a song about "Marcelo the pedophile"

Vijay singh and all of them

To the voice of the oblivion,

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Your the boat without the paddle

This bag is from seattle