This is a song about "Survival of the fititst"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Survival ways are what the leviathal portrays

Me and my peeps often meet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

This is the root of all evil

Vital information for survival,

It's survival of the fittest every time we grab the mic,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

And there's no hospitals this deep there's only survival,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Raybands...hide the face of,

And now it's clear as this promise