This is a song about "The chariot"

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

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

That going through some things

This the clash of the titans

From the cradle to the grave

In his body and face

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

The trigger or the chair

Let me hear that beat, air

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

From the projects to the penthouse