This is a song about "The galexy"

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan

And don't you bring your camera phone

As the king upon the throne

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

Down the street to the car,

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

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

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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