This is a song about "Robby the cryer"

Tina perm your fucking weave

As the tao converted the thief

The water from the past is the same water in the present

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Down the street to the car,

You know...you know who you are

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,