This is a song about "The dangers of cults"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Adabo to my haters

Across the face of the earth

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

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

Then i said i had enough

The things im most scared of

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

In the face of the outside.

The one who em talks of

Niggas talk with limited service