This is a song about "Exploration of georgia"

Shaved of the face of the earth

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Return of the king of flow

Mind into visionary realms of exploration,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Something you've never heard of

She call me daddy like a nigga puff