This is a song about "The catigorical imperative"

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!

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

Where would i be without my dogs

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

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

As the king upon the throne

Far away from home

The bigger the the fun

I pop one, you pop one