This is a song about "An element"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

An unofficial relation

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Gotta love it good and bad, in my element this is my habitat,

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

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

She grabs the yellow bottle

An immoral immortal

Last of a dying breed

An immortal technique

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

That's why poverty is the number one element