This is a song about "The earth"

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Since the day of my birth, i've burdened this earth/

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Penncounting pennys over tha years

As i fall back down and through the earth

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Plus i call my mic excalibur because i pulled its out the earth

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Send you back to earth with this, eat the grass and dirt!

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Im the baddiest lil person that been on this earth

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works