This is a song about "Laru the fisherman"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The streetz is aint the safe

Slow and steady wins this race

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

The weed into the bong

Tryna stay clear of my foes

The more battles the better the flows

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Got the passion for the music

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her