This is a song about "Herbert the perfert"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

One time for the girls with the right shoes

From the gutter to the roof

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

The more battles the better the flows

Here they keep a rachet close