This is a song about "Toxic air"

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

So yes im crazy as shit, and im toxic

But you're loving mine i am the shit

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Y'all niggas must be crazy if you think i'm not toxic,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Toxic and corrosive i leave the fuckin' mic with rust

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Life is too short to be mentally toxic

This a lil change trick

You say you're toxic

And do this shit toxic like i got super powers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve