This is a song about "The rake"

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

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

Where the fuck the chorus

The game of love

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Still the man with the pan

Live my life through some film, man