This is a song about "The lictures"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Saw the bombs on the news

Here's the answer and the antidote:

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Still the man with the pan

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

The more battles the better the flows

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof

As the king upon the throne

Put my number in your phone