This is a song about "Its bist gansta spide"

Its affecting adrenaline

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

Its an imagination

Got me rushed to the station

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

You can hear it in my lyrics

When nerves grow and words are soared its,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Yea its my group its my legion