This is a song about "The pinkprint"

The bigger the the fun

Catch you up on places i've been

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

Down the street to the car,

You're in a seminar

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

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