This is a song about "The holocaust"

Where the fuck the chorus

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

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

Down the street to the car,

That gyal want mi ride har

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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