This is a song about "The taming of the shrew"

In the face of the outside.

I will be by your side

Ima keep that on the low

Return of the king of flow

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Swear i will murk any beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent