This is a song about "The movies"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

To the voice of the oblivion,

Baby you're the one

The bigger the the fun

And i got a little big, keep it low key

His movies were just a fucking parody

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues