This is a song about "Seaver the beaver"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Much fine ill n torn not like no prigs it's eager beaver

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

When they hear me rocking the groove

From the gutter to the roof

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Where would i be without my dogs

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz