This is a song about "The indus valley civilization"

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Not were in the valley of the shadow pioneers

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Valley i felt im at my finale

I reel them in, goadomes on see