This is a song about "The duff"

In the face of the outside.

Whether you wrong or you right

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

The replacement of the word "mother"

Couple years later they had my brother

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

The weed into the bong

No tats dey for my arm