This is a song about "Imagery sight smell touch taste"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I lose it in this music, using vivid imagery,

Cause this album pack enough evil

Lyrical imagery is masterful

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I was so bad i couldn't touch, taste, hear or see.

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Unique imagery with a source of complete symmetry.

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

So please step aside

With my end goal in sight