This is a song about "Pros of pollution"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

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

Of potential cases

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

You got me fuming, i'm propane, profane, prolifically grow others to pros,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

All i got is my pros, i don’t need no friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

4-3... yea, remember that please

Top of my pile of bodies