This is a song about "The reeve"

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

Take the exit, the nearest left

Hold up yea we the best

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

All my shit designer

Than the birds on the wire

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Trying to renovate the game

After the fire, comes the rain

The paper to the pen.

Shit, we don't believe none of them

The trigger or the chair

Day and night are my 'posites rare