This is a song about "The cosmos"

Im the one waring the mussel,

As i light one for ill will

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

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

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I'm the client you're the broker/

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

That's why she ignore my flowers