This is a song about "The welsh"

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

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

Alcohol and booty calls

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Mami... she open, she open

The bigger the the fun

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Down the street to the car,

Well, that's what you are

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama