This is a song about "Fineesing the plug"

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I'm the nigga with the juice

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

My personality badge is a spark plug

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

No tats dey for my arm

The weed into the bong

You should be cautious, kid

Got the passion for the music

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

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

The realist in the game

Ain't heard dc since sardines came