This is a song about "The catigorical imperative"

As the tao converted the thief

Like being garbage some type of disease

Pause that no homo it's figurative, imperative disclaimer say it in a declaimer manner

War is not peace it never ever was now were are learning all the wars like the scores really matter

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

I'm a son of a gun

The bigger the the fun

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

The water from the past is the same water in the present

The club underwater, have em running out the front

X's and o's, you must be the rose

The more battles the better the flows