This is a song about "Trapping in the bandoe"

She all on my skin

Knocked out in the lunch in

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

You somewhere, getting your life in order

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in

Catchin' all the light

In the face of the outside.

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

The realist in the game

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Now i reached you.. now you weep so quit trapping yourself