This is a song about "The purge"

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

But you gotta understand i been broken and this my purge,

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

You left your nigga on his own

As the king upon the throne

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams