This is a song about "Nurture the spirituality of the community"

This the clash of the titans

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Thanks to that i was brought upon a community

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

The king of the jungle

I'm on the block as usual

You haven't flowered loco

Return of the king of flow

You styles perish in the fabric of the community rhyme is not something

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,