This is a song about "The backcountry"

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

Any way you can

Still the man with the pan

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

The bigger the the fun

Baby you're the one

As the tao converted the thief

Got tired of running from the police

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air