This is a song about "The lorax"

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The bigger the the fun

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Here they keep a rachet close

The more battles the better the flows

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load