This is a song about "Zach the banker"

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

Snapple fact: you rather wack

No need to fight back, we have zach/

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

The water from the past is the same water in the present