This is a song about "Area"

We bring that pain and spit that truth from area to area,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

Shake your ass in public, wear a dress with no pantys so guys can see ur pubic, area,

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Now politicians love the area, they make fat statements,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

Undercover cops eyeing my area for payment.

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation