This is a song about "Vicky the blondie"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

I'm why baby mommas leave

As the tao converted the thief

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

As the king upon the throne

Please sugar don't come alone

Thinkin of the the dreams

As much as i wanna leave