This is a song about "The ecosystem"

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

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

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

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

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Still the man with the pan

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

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,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Put expressions in their music and create the face