This is a song about "Atmosphere"

Looking down the atmosphere

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Its here, the future we feared, this perished atmosphere,

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Lady at the frank stand will

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Bitch, boy, im the most clairvoyant bitch you cant find in this atmosphere

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,