This is a song about "Pinhead gunpowder"

Huh, i can't interpret her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Your on fire.. your on fire

And the food could have been finer

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

Run away get away ye's got a gun

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

They cut like wolverine on the line of albino gunpowder