This is a song about "The lair"

From the bench to the ball

Just as you rose you will fall

I am not a lair just speak defamation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

The bigger the the fun

Yeah i ain't done

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

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

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures