This is a song about "The entrance"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I preferred your previous entrance

Few chips, i get out n' spray

The truth but thats the way

I don't wanna wait for your second entrance

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Got the passion for the music

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

I bring the heat like the

Coroners comfort your mama

The replacement of the word "mother"

I’ll never use a rubber

In the face of the outside.

Neither black nor white

In the heat of the summer,

That i will leave earth with her