This is a song about "The underwatergang"

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

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Endless the days, forever the nights,

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Just take control if you can

Still the man with the pan

From the gutter to the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Where the fuck the chorus

Hate it when i leave

Thinkin of the the dreams