This is a song about "Global warming season change"

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Not only high, but i season you cats

It stays the same, i'll change the game and bring a new season

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Without me for reason their would be no season

Half the global wealth is split on one percent

I practiced till that shit made perfect

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation