This is a song about "The colonization of cuba"

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I should michael jordan these rappers

Shaved of the face of the earth

Take her back to where i live

Of the book of your life

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

The king of the jungle

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

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

Across the face of the earth

I still got haters

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement