This is a song about "The riot cult"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

They fuckin' up my positivity, are they cult members?

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

I don't know what's on your mind,but we must make a riot

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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