This is a song about "Area"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

A whole new creation of hidden lies up in the area 51 station

Now politicians love the area, they make fat statements,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Needles in my alley history of murders and rapes,my area is old as hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Weird shit in my head like the 51 area

They can not pause like right one sega

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

218 be my area lookin like you got malaria feel a bit sorry for ya,

Braggin about my area 51 laminate

Or never say never though i admit

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Im on the defending area and ur offense screwed

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded