This is a song about "Tent"

I set up these rhymes like a tent.

Carol city or was it the west

Wanna hear me, go wait in line and pitch a tent

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Finally i find an abandoned tent and hide under it

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

You can't afford to buy her condoms? or pitch and stake a tent,

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Inside the tent on the beach after swimming out chord, keys

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

Always on the road again, with omega or the band