This is a song about "The doppler effect"

Music had a big effect / lyrics i wrote i wear like a vest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Made of rubber cement, so anything you present has no effect,

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Bet i get like 8 of them

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet