This is a song about "Basil the bagel"

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

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

From the projects to the penthouse

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

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

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

Your the boat without the paddle

She all that i can handle

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly