This is a song about "The fuq"

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Down the street to the car,

I bring the heat like the

Coroners comfort your mama

As the tao converted the thief

Got tired of running from the police

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke