This is a song about "The hilltop hoods"

The realist in the game

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

So when ya see me nigga

I bring the heat like the

Eyes poked out the the raven

Flyer than the rest of them

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

They bringing me fish and chips

The savage with the statics

The sequel to the first

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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