This is a song about "Marketing ceramics"

But nothing public occurs.

Whole time, a little more girls

Mines is family over everything

Welcome aboard, it's the pilot speaking

Piece of art that i painted

Like a villain i'm hated

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'll make you history...

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

Wait till my flow get's like an italiano speaking

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing