This is a song about "An arctic hare"

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

I think one is an orphan. and one had an abortion

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

An immortal technique

I say what my mind speak

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

And even buy you a bottle

An immoral immortal

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan