This is a song about "The verb estar"

As the king upon the throne

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

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,

Yeah i ain't done

The bigger the the fun

We can play pretend that love's a verb

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Hope my city is not too far

Down the street to the car,

I put that shit on my man

Still the man with the pan

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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