This is a song about "The movies"

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Interviews, magazines, movies….

I just blame it on a man named reagan

To the voice of the oblivion,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Fuck all the movies about love they can shove it up a glove or down a somebody's dove

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams