This is a song about "The tardis"

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

So i ended up all alone

As the king upon the throne

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

New canvas she need a new stroke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Still the man with the pan

So part of the plan

Endless the days, forever the nights,

When i get my hands on nines

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

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

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,