This is a song about "Smoking and fighting"

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

Rolling weed and smoking it too

If only i could rap to you

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Who doesn't do drugs and no fighting only a few shoves

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love