This is a song about "The fuq"

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

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

She wanna be grown

As the king upon the throne

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

I give bitches dick and leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust