This is a song about "Harri the hacker"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

The realist in the game

Hallow be thy name

The truth but thats the way

And i be on the block all day

The more battles the better the flows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Huh, i can't interpret her

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team