This is a song about "Marcelo the pedophile"

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Wow you heard me you gay pedophile

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

Take the exit, the nearest left

I said hey, you right there

The trigger or the chair

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

This is love, nothing else close

The more battles the better the flows