This is a song about "Charlotte the harot"

Take the exit, the nearest left

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

But girl you got me open

The bigger the the fun

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Than the birds on the wire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Park my plane right there

The trigger or the chair

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters