This is a song about "Pollution is good"

To havin' good homes, never is my stomach growlin',

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Saying "you've grown wise, this is good bye."

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

My name is anto i'm really good at rapping

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores

Good black is the omega i get swifter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

My music is so good its almost therapeutic

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Stealin some bars is all good and fine