This is a song about "Xavier the noob"

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

When they hear me rocking the groove

From the gutter to the roof

Where the fuck the chorus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz