This is a song about "The graveyard of morals"

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

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

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

In this graveyard, im still a fat lard,

And the world around me's a different /place no morals disgrace/*

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Thakingpin is the man that turns the mic to a graveyard

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

Than the muse of a family

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

I keep my money neat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Return of the king of flow

This prada make me shallow