This is a song about "Greg the peg"

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

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,

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

I'm in the the real world

Long as she come to me first

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Eyes poked out the the raven

Come get some, you little bum

I don't trust no one

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Once as a slave who imagined being free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly