This is a song about "Plastic cigars"

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

So drop the slam and let's get sick

These rappers are plastic

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Bombastic, snap back like elastic, you're too plastic,

You bars aint real dawg,they feel so plastic

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

I even put dick in dolls, but plastic caused me pain

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic