This is a song about "Daoism"

Calamity, profanity, buddha dreams, insanity. where'd it go? how i know how to flow?

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

And if buddhism is real, i'm ill to the last coffin

And i stay down like my economy and finally i stay true to my might dynasty, yup!!!

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

Ya dogs neutered im smoother then the head of a buddha

Whether buddhist or buddah, that's judas or judah

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

This the newest to puff buddhist,

Freddy, are you ready, we heavy, fresh buddha,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Throwing up the dynasty

They say nothings ever free