This is a song about "The lair"

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,

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

The dopest on the planet

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

If you think yuu can spit bars than your a lair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

The realist in the game

I can make it rain

That crack had my feeling like i was above everybody else,

This is hip hop..my lair..you're a rising star but your ladder got no stairs/