This is a song about "The hut"

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I'mma make it rain trick

Got the passion for the music

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The realist in the game

Your man wale in his own damn lane

The bigger the the fun

I wonder so often

Where the ball meets the wall

Baby, let me give you a call

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

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