This is a song about "The"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

With women with issues

Saw the bombs on the news

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows

Here's the answer and the antidote:

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

The bigger the the fun

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth