This is a song about "The hod"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

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

Where would i be without my dogs

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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