This is a song about "The acropole"

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

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