This is a song about "The sub"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Listening to the calm and then the sub woofer ignites

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

And i did the video for really though

Like a volcano but cold as sub-zero

Mad strict sub par rap skits i'm the ruler by far bars mention flat bids..

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the