This is a song about "Current"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Conversations about tsunami's and current affairs

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

They giving pounds and that before get the money

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

My current path is pathless, full of maggots, sticking together like magnets.

I'm drinking voltage so i be spitting current on the floor

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The current so concerned with currency

Light years away from its current place in time

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine