This is a song about "The warden"

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

That i rap like a warden stuck up in an office a lawman, a foreman,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

After the fire, comes the rain

I'll never call you bitch again

To the rigors of the industry

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Take the exit, the nearest left