This is a song about "The enviorne"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

When i get my hands on nines

I'm a son of a gun

The bigger the the fun

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Thinkin of the the dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Weed i can't pronounce man

Still the man with the pan

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

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