This is a song about "Area"

A whole new creation of hidden lies up in the area 51 station

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

New to the area, see me on arrival

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

I need to drive out this area and get assistance

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Area you can find, cause when i get inside

We bring that pain and spit that truth from area to area,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Fake based in the area

Oh, mama got a visa

I love the area and all that it do for me

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh