This is a song about "The penguin"

That's word to my mom

The weed into the bong

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Got the passion for the music

I stop and stare at the younger

In the heat of the summer,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

The more battles the better the flows

In the face of the outside.

And what ya cook like

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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