This is a song about "Evaporation transpiration respiration condensation and precipitation"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And a fridge and some broccoli

And stop playing hide and seek,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Well, the club bout to hear this song

And once i'm dead and gone

And remember what i said and

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Social conditioning and

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And kill yourself and your clique