This is a song about "Sebastian the roadie"

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

The trigger or the chair

Let me hear that beat, air

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

The more battles the better the flows

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

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

My music is more graceful then johann sebastian bach,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Than the birds on the wire

I thought i recognized her

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I'm the operator, the administrator.