This is a song about "The kraang"

From the gutter to the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

All the time with this glock of mines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

For those whey no fit dey fix son

The bigger the the fun

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the