This is a song about "The verb estar"

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Down the street to the car,

I'm a fucking rap star

Still the man with the pan

Like fuck it man

So don't follow me home

As the king upon the throne

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

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,

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Thinkin of the the dreams

I say "stay", she wanna leave