This is a song about "Environment"

I had a lotta strugglin, check my environment

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

They say i was designed to be a product of environment/

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

What i can i say i love the environment

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

And kids from the streets, it’s their environment,

Homeboyardee up in this northwest environment

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust