This is a song about "Nipper the bulldog"

Still the man with the pan

You gotta let these shits go, man

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the