This is a song about "Plastic girls"

Stop making faces like a plastic surgeon

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

And by the celophane is type of plastic wrap

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Small, but you talkin' big

These rappers are plastic

You bars aint real dawg,they feel so plastic

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

Detaching the plastic i don't untie the end

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend