This is a song about "The fbi"

The realist in the game

Wale and we are not the same

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

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

I pipe in and one night her

In the heat of the summer,

It's written in the constitution and in the laws of fbi, cia, or csi

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

Got the passion for the music

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

While the fbi or punk police be running in

And i’m talkin, passenger action