This is a song about "Hhouse of the scorpion"

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Of the book of your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,