This is a song about "Alan the assas"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Thinkin of the the dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

Here's the answer and the antidote:

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

These dude don't know me from adam and eve

As the tao converted the thief

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Still the man with the pan

It's the perfect plan

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the