This is a song about "The columbian exchange"

Don't you fall from grace

The streetz is aint the safe

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

The more battles the better the flows

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I'm the nigga with the juice

I wasn't trained but ill give you a world of pain for exchange

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Enter the building through the window

Same bitches used to play me though

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

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,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

The replacement of the word "mother"