This is a song about "The blitz"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Ironically it subs like a hero

Enter the building through the window

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

In the heat of the summer,

I’ll never use a rubber

Baby, let me give you a call

Where the ball meets the wall

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Got the passion for the music

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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