This is a song about "The nsa"

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

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

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

The nsa been wiretapping everyone since god knows when