This is a song about "Ann arbor"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

Timmy got his bike stole

Flows, imported from north pole

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Each one stands for emcee square,now use your imagination

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

It's even more beautiful than the garden of eden.

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

That's why i never claimed i was the best