This is a song about "Lorenzo the crab"

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Thinkin of the the dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

From the gutter to the roof

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

Still the man with the pan

Pushing in my mama van

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

As the tao converted the thief