This is a song about "Colin the photographer"

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

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

You gotta let these shits go, man

The game plan, the game plan

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Take my moms, move away

The key is the only way

And it's well known that rell home

Choked the one on the throne