This is a song about "The governor"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

To the voice of the oblivion,

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

The more battles the better the flows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

From the cradle to the grave

Thinking of bliss and the good days

He went from moving that corner

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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