This is a song about "The climate"

The game plan, the game plan

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Where the fuck the chorus

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

You niggas is ryan leaf

As the tao converted the thief

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

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

And of course, my car's off course

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news