This is a song about "The penguin"

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

Reminisce the times and the laughter

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Caught in a maze

The streetz is aint the safe

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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