This is a song about "The po"

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Where the fuck the chorus

But i guess that shit's just tough love

They had a hell of a run

The bigger the the fun

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Maybe my next line could be fuck the bloody po po

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow