This is a song about "The songman"

This is love, nothing else close

The more battles the better the flows

Thinkin of the the dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

From the gutter to the roof

Its cold as shit in this booth

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served