This is a song about "The catigorical imperative"

Thinkin of the the dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Here's the answer and the antidote:

New canvas she need a new stroke

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Metal chair is imperative

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there