This is a song about "Kai the hitchhiker"

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

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

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

And my regime includes east coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Both: this the perfect plan

Still the man with the pan