This is a song about "Nature"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Some lyrical insight/human nature is intelligent

See, she would complained of the tested nature

My pockets got paper on paper

But i can't because my nature is fuckin' psychopath,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

After many lessons, you still acknowledging the novice nature

Youre outta your nature while i here startin fresh

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Musician by heart , instrumentalist by nature

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

I'mma pitch out their like tents, spittin's second nature,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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