This is a song about "Relationship between state and local goverments"

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Well, total honesty, between you, your boss and me, you horny hoe

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

War between poorness and richness

And i need you to show me love

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

It seems he and his hand have a really good relationship,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit