This is a song about "Area"

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Targaryen bitch i'm wormtongue, flee rohan and move to a different area

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

But i got very very sad, climbed into the area with the clucks,

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

Undercover cops eyeing my area for payment.

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

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

And all women who had light features, see

I love the area and all that it do for me

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,

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

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