This is a song about "Daddy the feds"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

"everytime you see me in the kitchen, and your mad at mommy and daddy,

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Feds with bugs like the southern heat, power's unplugged

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Feds cannot uncover the tracks i leave for them either

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The feds don't even care if im alive or resting peacefully

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

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

The fugees, lauryn hill rocked the mic and big daddy kane,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds