This is a song about "The rake"

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

From the gutter to the roof

With women with issues

I rake in loads of bone charms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Too late you took the bait mistook for fake as a rake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Yeah you know i got that work

The dope the rhyme wizard

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh