This is a song about "The watts"

The flooding of the nothing

They 22′s or something

When you talkin illest rapper

Reminisce the times and the laughter

You'll wish you forgot of the watts i shot, kilowatts got you jot,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

In the face of the outside.

Jungle fever for the night

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her