This is a song about "Matin the fein"

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Eyes poked out the the raven

There's nothin' like where i come from

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

I put that nigga in his casket

The dopest on the planet

As a fein/ my mother tried to brain wash my dome/ wouldnt let

A clever idea to take something they said

We have nothing in common

The bigger the the fun