This is a song about "Rhys the retart"

Still the man with the pan

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

From the gutter to the roof

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The more battles the better the flows

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

Where the fuck the chorus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz