This is a song about "Natural"

Its natural to feel scared i would be,

Bitch, they call it motor city

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,

But thats ya natural habitat,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Natural thrills i seek stem from conquering earth's highest peak,

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

These natural disasters coming at a great cost

Walked up in the shop, everybody lookin' shocked

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

'cause chronic's the best there is, natural selection,