This is a song about "The ninth amendment"

Thinkin of the the dreams

As much as i wanna leave

From curb surfingwe working the industry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

And i am one of one

The bigger the the fun

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

From the gutter to the roof

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there