This is a song about "Basil the bagel"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Take the exit, the nearest left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest