This is a song about "The climate"

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

All the time with this glock of mines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

As the king upon the throne

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Heres jk, the man, the prey

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

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

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs