This is a song about "The underworld"

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Where the ball meets the wall

Just as you rose you will fall

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Baby, you got that super bass

The streetz is aint the safe

Got the passion for the music

You should be cautious, kid

The weed into the bong

Stood out like pootie tang