This is a song about "The crucible"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Where the fuck the chorus

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You gotta understand man

Still the man with the pan

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,