"So what's the make and the model off the pot you piss in/
When your Cadillac is repo'd, your job position/
Is droppin low enough to cause a fuckin heart condition/
You're a middle aged, overweight rock musician/"
Slaine's "The King of Everything Else" released a couple days ago, but I still haven't had the chance to check it out. I'm a little late posting this one, but it's pretty dope. Seems like Slaine's lyrically taking care of his past. Check it.