This is a song about "Mother nature"

Musician by heart , instrumentalist by nature

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

I think about effects of human nature and its flaming wrath,

Mother, o my mother

How simple they are

They at the same spot they making no progress

Youre outta your nature while i here startin fresh

Jeru the damaja and naughty by nature had a name,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

That's the nature of the pass, first you gotta puff

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,