This is a song about "Terry the turtle"

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Snatch his soul from his turtle neck and break his leg for disrespect

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Looking like a nigga turtle, you need to act your race

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Malcolm x, by any means

Thinkin of the the dreams

Here's the answer and the antidote:

New canvas she need a new stroke