This is a song about "The crucible"

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

As the tao converted the thief

I say "stay", she wanna leave

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

That gal want me ride har

Down the street to the car,