This is a song about "The paeadise"

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

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

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

As the tao converted the thief

And ya'll don't know no beef

And could i be a star

Down the street to the car,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda