This is a song about "Solar"

Kcb is like the solar system and malcom's in the middle,

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

I carry more wisdom, then their are stars in each solar system.

When i'm sober i'm a grouch and stay heated like solar

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

No sympathy from the homebase across the solar system

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Once removed you can join into a solar rhythm

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Got the solar gravitation so i'm bound to pull it

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Cleverly wipe ya memory solar don't need no energy