This is a song about "Knuckles the echidna"

All the bitches know my name

The realist in the game

I'm in the the real world

But i murder him first

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the