This is a song about "Junior from the rez"

From hollywood to the hood

This information is vital, look

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

You feel it from your head to your toes

The first rap from my back from the coffin series.

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

From the bench to the ball

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Tied with an evil eye since junior high. i remember she would hide

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Im not, from the streets, or the concrete, i grew up white on the rez, no allies no fleet, no peeps