This is a song about "The reconstruction"

Or something that you paid for

In the heat of the summer,

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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/

The truth but thats the way

So they taught me to spray

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Surrender no? then blunder at first bell, you'll need a rep reconstruction

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice