This is a song about "Basil the basil"

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

And i know - there'll never be peace

As the tao converted the thief

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

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

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

I put that shit on my man

Still the man with the pan

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

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