This is a song about "Dissemination of association"

Feeling, of appealing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

February cold as my heart

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

Top of my pile of bodies

Steal your love with ease

Shaved of the face of the earth

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Of being of always getting wired

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will