This is a song about "Pertita the canibal"

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

The water from the past is the same water in the present

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Don't go to far

Down the street to the car,

As the king upon the throne

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home