This is a song about "Spanking the monkey"

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

These joints here not found at the mall

From the bench to the ball

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

We love for a while then a light goes

The more battles the better the flows