This is a song about "2005"

She got that good good

Pulp thats not promulgated

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Talking about your materialistic interests

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

That we're still owned by the white man

Yeah, the kid in this thang

I wish that was really true man

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

And find the fruit contaminated

So now they making millions off of prisons

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

The dea and the cca made a deal

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel