This is a song about "The hut"

They tested with stress that they under

The replacement of the word "mother"

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Got the passion for the music

Where the ball meets the wall

So fuck em' all

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

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