This is a song about "Doping him"

They call him a monster when in all reality they created him

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

The 4 horsemen surround him, they try to astound him,

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

They pick on him and step on him

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Class is in session

In fact it was fuck him

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It's lucifer, they call him satanic, they're way against him,

Lies, tangled with fiction

But im never sick of him

But im a well of inspiration

Promise i would never leave him

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,