This is a song about "The occult"

As much as i wanna leave

As the tao converted the thief

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

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

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

Thinkin of the the dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

Any way you can

Still the man with the pan

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