This is a song about "Area"

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Oh, mama got a visa

Fake based in the area

Invade their area, dead bodies everywhere, i'll carry ya/

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I love the area and all that it do for me

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

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

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

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