This is a song about "The lamia"

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

The more battles the better the flows

Every night i stroke hoes

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,

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

As the king upon the throne

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust