This is a song about "The lair"

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I'm very rare, iv'e got an evil lair, wish you was still there

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Back to the lair, son, you're still stuck wit an ugly duck, chum

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I was so sincere like nas first name

The realist in the game

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

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

If you think yuu can spit bars than your a lair

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there