This is a song about "Epipelagic zone"

Wake up in the morning and get in my zone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

My all gold rolly or the

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

Zone 1, sosa rolled, stand up

And maybe i am but

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Zone 1 to zone 4 to zone 6 is on me

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

I'm a solder i must fight in that zone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

Cnn, nbc, cbs, creep in my home