This is a song about "Chez its"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

This is serious, its not funny, and its shining like gold cause its stunning

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Its full bad,its just sad

You, you, you have to pay for that

Yea its my group its my legion

They had a hell of a run

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Its affecting adrenaline