This is a song about "Must"

Better yet they work my every nerve

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

There's nothin' like where i come from

You must have some delerious brethren,

A feeling i must overcome

Flyer then the rest of them

The weed in me is real sticky

It must be my personality,

Sweet, okay makes sense

I must had to confess

So you must be cynic,

So drop the slam and let's get sick

And the word most important

For achieve our dreams we must

Pussy must be serious (hol' up)

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck