This is a song about "Minipops 67"

So , when mama sees it, she will be honored

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

67. coz it's a critical sentence,

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Ma want me to go find a wife

There is more in to life

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Lets change it, its very simple

Never seen you as lyrical

I'm like dracula, reinarnated with a sadistic side of destructive lust

Lucifer vizion i'll crucify ur vision hutch you've won 67 battles still i'm not touched/

Dont we have enough death , people

Cause this album pack enough evil