This is a song about "Killah the dopedealer"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I give bitches dick and leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm just trapped in this killah cage

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

From the gutter to the roof

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

The more battles the better the flows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows