This is a song about "The paeadise"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

She wanna be grown

As the king upon the throne

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Saw the bombs on the news