This is a song about "The lodge"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Down the street to the car,

Slumdog far apart any sub par

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Endless the days, forever the nights,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

As the king upon the throne

And it's well known that rell home