This is a song about "The atmosphere"

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

Not just hoes, and lambos, in a great atmosphere

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

Looking down the atmosphere

And never should you tear

This is love, nothing else close

The more battles the better the flows

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I'm looking down on the atmosphere