This is a song about "The colts"

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

As the tao converted the thief

L o u d air i breathe

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

The bigger the the fun

He’s tha only one