This is a song about "Plastic"

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Plastic rappers acting like they got heat packed

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Tie any enemy up with plastic and rope

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic