This is a song about "The raptors"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My verses make rappers mortality rise like raptors.

Dont tie your hair

The trigger or the chair

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Have his name go extinct like the logo on the raptors

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

To the voice of the oblivion,

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

After the fire, comes the rain

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/

Alcohol and booty calls

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