This is a song about "The pruge"

Where the fuck the chorus

She can make a pimp fall in love

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Saw the bombs on the news

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda