This is a song about "Marcelo the pedo"

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

From the gutter to the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Where the fuck the chorus

Is there any love

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

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust