This is a song about "Holly the slag"

The realist in the game

All the bitches know my name

The bigger the the fun

I wonder so often

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

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

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

The more battles the better the flows

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

The savage with the statics