This is a song about "My chemical roma"

Cold and callus, gold chemical chalice, subdued by the blackness.

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Inject a chemical in weapons make em more incredible

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And bijies like im out and

My streaks my testament.

Chemical imbalance, apparatus to my madness

Together all the timethought it was true love