This is a song about "The bulls"

But assholes like me don't take babble shit, i bat bulls

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Me and you i think we should ride

In the face of the outside.

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

When you spill out hits

This the clash of the titans

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Then lost my faith again

The paper to the pen.

To the voice of the oblivion,

Carolina where i made it from