This is a song about "The penguin"

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Make you walk like a penguin nigga.

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

In the heat of the summer,

How simple they are

The weed into the bong

Tats no dey for my arm

The replacement of the word "mother"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Let my angel sing

The flooding of the nothing

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those