This is a song about "Hoefir the panda"

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Down the street to the car,

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse