This is a song about "Black tar heroin"

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

More morally correct than a heroin injector

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

She prayed on me passing that bar

Once i made it, i beat the fucking tar

Whip bitches with greek tar.

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Rather have the heroin sizzlin

I'm wale, the prescription

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

To their backs and attract the black on black

Make the fingers snap

But i still rap like a black