This is a song about "The greek alphabet"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

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

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

Its not your fault all you know is a. b .c from the alphabet,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

To the voice of the oblivion,

Why are you trying to rap when you havent even learned the alphabet,

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet