This is a song about "Nard area"

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Needles in my alley history of murders and rapes,my area is old as hell

Invade their area, dead bodies everywhere, i'll carry ya/

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

218 be my area lookin like you got malaria feel a bit sorry for ya,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

We bring that pain and spit that truth from area to area,

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

A whole new creation of hidden lies up in the area 51 station

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin