This is a song about "The things in the biosphere"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

In all the things i had to waste

Well we're not and your caught in the disgusting things saying it's all trusting

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

All the things we been through

And word i blew off herb i grew

This king gre from alonso, making a's on the things that i write in

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Yet the things that i love

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

The things that lurk in the world will scare you breathless

Things get a little obscene as the knife gleams in vaseline

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Wood chain with a jesus

The things im most scared of