This is a song about "The cia"

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

Be shy when we're all alone

As the king upon the throne

The cia just gives the poor drugs to sell, weigh the scale,

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

As the tao converted the thief

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Let's have a toast for this new love

Where the fuck the chorus

From the gutter to the roof

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes