This is a song about "Plastic sugery"

Killing these niggas off quick

Are they made outta plastic?

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Plastic rappers acting like they got heat packed

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

So you wanna settle it now carryin' that plastic kid's bat?

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

That's why i shine like i does

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

To all you haters, i fucking expect the plastic assets,

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack