This is a song about "The janits"

As the tao converted the thief

Got tired of running from the police

Its cold as shit in this booth

From the gutter to the roof

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The more battles the better the flows

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Found this spot in pasadena and shack with her, an investment

The water from the past is the same water in the present