This is a song about "The oppression of penguins"

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

For the man of the hour

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Return of the king of flow

Shaved of the face of the earth

That's why she ignore my flowers

Raybands...hide the face of,

Then i said i had enough

Cause america the terror of,

Niggas talk with limited service