This is a song about "Plastic"

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

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Wrap you in saran plastic,

Killing these niggas off quick

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

These rappers are plastic

Still listen to big

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Plastic rappers acting like they got heat packed

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

I've got all the plastic ready with my favourite knife

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise