This is a song about "Richard the lionheart"

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

And my regime includes east coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the