This is a song about "The lotus eaters"

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

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Mc's all over the place here talking cake eaters

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And it's well known that rell home

As the king upon the throne

And my regime includes east coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the