This is a song about "Gregory the goomba"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Where would i be without my dogs

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

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Here's the answer and the antidote:

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

As the king upon the throne

So i guess you think you grown