This is a song about "The alphabet"

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

The bigger the the fun

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Why are you trying to rap when you havent even learned the alphabet,

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

The water from the past is the same water in the present

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

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