This is a song about "The lanthanides and the actinides"

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Kick open the door and settle the score

The world is watching and your the suspect

Half your body laying on my chest

I see the fire and

And more than confident

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

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

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

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe