This is a song about "The skan"

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

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

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Endless the days, forever the nights,

When i get my hands on nines

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her