This is a song about "Rachel the slag"

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Thinking about you, you slag

Naked woman rub my back

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

When something is broken

The bigger the the fun

Eyes poked out the the raven

Top ranked, number one my son