This is a song about "Otzi the iceman"

Like being garbage some type of disease

As the tao converted the thief

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Little latasha sho' grown

As the king upon the throne

Where would i be without my dogs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly