This is a song about "Penguin christine"

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

He says "oh christine how nice to meet you,

Christine is found dead, that very next day

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Man this life is but a dream

You in love with christine

Like a penguin 'cause he's still lying in bed asleep

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Make you walk like a penguin nigga.

Our nation have to bow, africa

A girl 15, lets call her christine

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green