This is a song about "The lictures"

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

The bigger the the fun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

How simple they are

Down the street to the car,

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

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

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,