This is a song about "The model"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

In the heat of the summer,

Make me another brother

So when ya see me nigga

I bring the heat like the

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Customize a server instance like a model train

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

The more battles the better the flows

Big homie hov said i am close

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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