This is a song about "Shrooms and aliens"

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And remember what i said and

I'm up in the booth, pack a shrooms mackin' who back an nothing to lose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Social conditioning and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

My styles universal aliens feel it

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts