This is a song about "Natural disasters"

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/

Cant help my actions, they come natural

And everything is purple

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

But thats ya natural habitat,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Its natural to feel scared i would be,

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I'm including the factors of concluded disasters

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Cause non-fictional disasters,so read between the lines before i leave you battered.