This is a song about "Knuckles the enchudia"

The realist in the game

Well rick james, maury jane

As many grains of salt as bacon

Eyes poked out the the raven

The savage with the statics

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Now we must stand tall

From the bench to the ball

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

The bitches is everything in between

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh