This is a song about "The exper"

The more battles the better the flows

This is love, nothing else close

That gyal want mi ride har

Down the street to the car,

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Zero options to choose

Saw the bombs on the news

Black fours red drop head doors

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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