This is a song about "Parker the marker"

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Peter parker flow, no glasses

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Why i can't move away

The truth but thats the way

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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