This is a song about "The edmonton oilers"

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

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Endless the days, forever the nights,

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

She can make a pimp fall in love

Where the fuck the chorus

With women with issues

From the gutter to the roof

You get close but no cigar

Down the street to the car,

Still the man with the pan

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang