This is a song about "Squash the sport"

So if you got beef squash it,or i'll have your family

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

The bigger the the fun

Can’t you see just how long my run

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,