This is a song about "Melvins weed wacker in sams moth swashing around he bites it"

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

With that weed in the air

Shot my pusher cuz he got we weed in the wrong size

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

He grabbed hold of it and stood up in astonishment that he was saved

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

All my love to these queens in here

In rap terms he keeps it real