This is a song about "The comeback"

Take the exit, the nearest left

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

May day, comeback it has been this way rub my back, then let me lay, fuck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Black fours red drop head doors

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,