This is a song about "The countryside"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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,

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

Malcolm x, by any means

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave

As the tao converted the thief

Thug for life nigga

I bring the heat like the

As the king upon the throne

She wanna be grown