This is a song about "Scorpio destroys aries"

Swap the ram sticks, boot and hope that this is it

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach