This is a song about "Synthetic synovial implant"

But i put my trust in him

Lies, tangled with fiction

Make money put it in the lobby

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

And visual acuity yeah no this is real rap non of that synthetic

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

In there she stares ya down for her next fix

It was just another party

The squad on lock no key