This is a song about "Ricardo the badass"

Didn't do a thing at all

Where the ball meets the wall

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Do the math, get the sum

This is freaking awesome

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

The realist in the game