This is a song about "The united colonists"

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

The realist in the game

Tryna stay clear of my foes

The more battles the better the flows

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I imagine that we'll soon be united, soon to be unanimous,

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

And for me it's reversed

The sequel to the first