This is a song about "The fuuk"

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

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

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

And of course, my car's off course

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Where the fuck the chorus

Let's have a toast for this new love

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes