This is a song about "The enviroment"

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

The more battles the better the flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Put my number in your phone

As the king upon the throne

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face