This is a song about "Robby the cryer"

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

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

Zero options to choose

Saw the bombs on the news

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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