This is a song about "Skrt the turtle"

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

With women with issues

From the gutter to the roof

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke