This is a song about "Hhouse of the scorpion"

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

That they probably be in the closet of old folks