This is a song about "The creatures"

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

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

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

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

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Myth creatures deceive us

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures