This is a song about "Logan the bogan"

I once had this friend, his name was logan.

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

As the king upon the throne

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Alcohol and booty calls