This is a song about "Douglas the jeep"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

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

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

For the man of the hour

What is hittin' for

I pray the lord my guns to keep

With a sick freak! who gives head in a jeep!

From the bench to the ball

Didn't do a thing at all

The more battles the better the flows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag