This is a song about "Drought in ethiopia"

Taskforce reporting in

It ain't where i been

In every thought, in every word

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

In her defense she a part of the crowd

They are going to ran out like their mouth just drought.

And i like the hoes that need passion

See i walked in while she creeped in.

And i love your mind and ambition

I get in where i fit in.

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese