This is a song about "The curch"

Like being garbage some type of disease

As the tao converted the thief

Down the street to the car,

How simple they are

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

All that ass in your jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

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

See boy she been in love

Where the fuck the chorus