This is a song about "The hut"

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

In the face of the outside.

And girl you damn right

I get my cake; i love hip hop

From the bottom to the top

I'm the nigga with the juice

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

The truth but thats the way

But i dont never play

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

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

The flooding of the nothing

Frightening, so fucking frightening