This is a song about "The catigorical imperative"

As the king upon the throne

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

From the gutter to the roof

With women with issues

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Let's have a toast for this new love

Where the fuck the chorus

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,

Saw the bombs on the news

Zero options to choose

Metal chair is imperative

You ain't working hard as this

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga