This is a song about "Vagas and assassination"

And a fridge and some broccoli

Fuck fame, fuck money

Living young and wild and free

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And remember what i said and

This how i hear it different

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Social conditioning and

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

And nasty remains and bones

And i don't think homes