This is a song about "Sage the gemini"

Still i gotta sickening sight seared into my sage, no scholar

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

Classic,colormatic marksman in combat!, said she was a gemini well i'm an alpha

Stupid,idiotic and not alll there/cause my bars got u '' locked in'' you in for a

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

'cause thee mes-sage is in-fec-ted with

One time for the ville that cole rep

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Here's the answer and the antidote: