This is a song about "Disaster management"

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Treated like i’m nothing by my boss and management,

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

They thought i fell of but i'm bringing disaster still

Ya can't handle it thats why your in anger management

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Ambassador of disaster controversy flows thought my vascular

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

How the fuck a deal matter

Soon my life forms a disaster,

A real rap disaster, if you really wanna battle me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy