This is a song about "Lord of the flies"

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

I'ma send him on a fully paid visit to the lord

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

While you chinese be eating flies

And i doubt that ever change

Wanted the lord to rearrange

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Singing praises to the lord unto the lord with his soul ready to sell

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Fresh out the airport

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort