This is a song about "Bennett hellie the striker"

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

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

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

Alcohol and booty calls

On the bible you can run

The bigger the the fun

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Still the man with the pan

So if i talk down to a man