This is a song about "Causes of aridity"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Of being of always getting wired

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

But it causes a delay; i'm set back at least a day

Out of mind out of sight

You should spend the night

Erupts and causes a rut,

And maybe i am but

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

The person you love just gets stolen and causes commotion

I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win