This is a song about "The bossest podcast host"

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

So if they better than the kid

Got the passion for the music

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

So hood i put sugar on toast then i serve it like a host

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze