This is a song about "Open source"

Open wide, and open up, knock that pussy out like last cup

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Open minded, enlightened

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Perception for us all is from the source of our reality

The kundalini serpent is the source of my magic.

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Unique imagery with a source of complete symmetry.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Static voltage seeking a source if only i wasn't so frictionless

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Maybe using an untapped source or just beating that dead horse

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

But little to no interest after election