This is a song about "Patrolling the mojave"

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

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Saw the bombs on the news

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Weed i can't pronounce man

Still the man with the pan

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

The bigger the the fun

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk