This is a song about "The coastal environments"

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

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

And panned out, i'm all in love

Where the fuck the chorus

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan