This is a song about "Parker the marker"

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Got the passion for the music

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Where the ball meets the wall

Do the math, get the sum

Most of them niggas dumb