This is a song about "Herbit the pervet"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

So let 'em chase love

Where the fuck the chorus

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Endless the days, forever the nights,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

That gal want me ride har

Down the street to the car,