This is a song about "The stats"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Hit it til your make up missing

Check the stats, my team winning

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And i listen to common

The bigger the the fun

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

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

The more battles the better the flows