This is a song about "The nsa"

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

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Are only going nsa on your ass, hiding the truth

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Thinkin of the the dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I wonder so often

The bigger the the fun

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,