This is a song about "The traphouse"

From curb surfingwe working the industry

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

Still the man with the pan

Money long from here to japan

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

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

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Thought this was forever love

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust