This is a song about "Survival of the fittesy"

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

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

But that's a way of survival, how they map their peace plans,

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

I begged for his survival cause me needing him is vital.

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

But most if them don't dictate our survival

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Hurt the weakest it's survival of the fittest

Vital information for survival,

Cause this album pack enough evil