This is a song about "Charlotte the harot"

Says money in the air

The trigger or the chair

The paper to the pen.

Magic city tipping them

The more battles the better the flows

Here they keep a rachet close

Hold up yea we the best

Take the exit, the nearest left

The bigger the the fun

They had a hell of a run

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack