This is a song about "The occult"

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Still the man with the pan

They be like damn

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Endless the days, forever the nights,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

He’s tha only one

The bigger the the fun