This is a song about "Tar"

Why not my lungs are filled to capacity, tar stacked so high, i wish it was all a lie,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Let the smoke drift away whilst your lungs fill with tar,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Worthless faggot put down that knife! stop filling your lungs up with smoke and tar