This is a song about "18 ounces of black tar heroin"

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Say no black can achieve the height of a white man

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Worthless faggot put down that knife! stop filling your lungs up with smoke and tar

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing