This is a song about "Gipsy"

Assaulting cops i'm attracted to my pen like a moth

He's got the block in his claws, got the top in his jaws,

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

You cant stop it,you cant withstand the damage

And that's action your wack rap pad'll have a fat chance catchin' on that ballot