This is a song about "The catigorical imperative"

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

Work straight out the kitchen

The bigger the the fun

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Metal chair is imperative

This is how she want to live

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Thought this was forever love