This is a song about "The catigorical imperative"

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave

From the gutter to the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

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

But you never come when you period is five days

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.