This is a song about "The renaissance"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

He got hit up that same night

In the face of the outside.

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

The bigger the the fun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Look at wale and say you nothing but a biter

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

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

Where the ball meets the wall

Wolf gang, kill em' all

And i just love your flashy ways

The streetz is aint the safe