This is a song about "Eurica stockade"

Cover our habitation in bullshit, no ventilation

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

Snapple fact: you rather wack

We kung-fu that jack black/

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

To inspect subversive pests behind these curtain threads

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Wanted to leave this world post haste there's place for me.

Had my niggas down so i’m screaming fuck the law

He drags her to a stall, beats her, and kicks her in her jaw,

You sleep in a nest you dissing are you stressed...

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

These joints here not found at the mall

Left hopeless in a car about to stall