This is a song about "Pollute"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I don't like them other drugs, all they do is pollute

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Actual images of enemies in the gardens while i pollute the dirt