This is a song about "The villager"

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,

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

Lets get fucked up to the bone

As the king upon the throne

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga