This is a song about "The chariot"

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

In greece i'd pilot a chariot thru skies at morning

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Than the birds on the wire

And i just want to hold her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Your man wale in his own damn lane

After the fire, comes the rain

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Cdg shit match my kicks

This the clash of the titans