This is a song about "The graet"

Now i'm in the zone

As the king upon the throne

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Still the man with the pan

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Always knew where the pot was

Where the fuck the chorus

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Saw the bombs on the news

Duck duck, say goose