This is a song about "The clas"

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

The bigger the the fun

It ain't where i been

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote: