This is a song about "Jeremy the meanie"

I hate bein' trollin' freakin' n fallin'. i hate you preachin' meanie and moanin'

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

I' ll call you jeremy shocky, you might catch a body

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free