This is a song about "The penguin"

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Enter the building through the window

I'm a son of a gun

The bigger the the fun

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Got the passion for the music

From the bottom to the top

I fucking hate this job

The replacement of the word "mother"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her