This is a song about "Basil the bagel"

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

The water from the past is the same water in the present

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

I'm the operator, the administrator.

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

The trigger or the chair

They tryin to say that i don't care