This is a song about "The fbi"

I don't see a problem

Do the math, get the sum

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

That i will leave earth with her

In the heat of the summer,

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Got the passion for the music

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

The realist in the game

I'm the nigga with the juice

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

This thing that you could imagine

The bigger the the fun

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

The replacement of the word "mother"