This is a song about "Unwrapping hard surface models"

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

We poppin' models like dahmer

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Except for whole bottles, there's no role models, no chaperones,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Now on the surface you seem like a pretty good rapper,

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

Scratch the surface and you might find, something even crazier behind