This is a song about "Olivia the pear"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

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

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the