This is a song about "Saskia carver"

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

These rappers are plastic

Small, but you talkin' big

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Eatem for a snack smothered with ammo no plastic crap

My skin is so cut up i look like a tiger, but im a cutter,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Detaching the plastic i don't untie the end

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

Plastic rappers acting like they got heat packed

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past