This is a song about "The wirld"

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

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

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

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

I'm why baby mamas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack