This is a song about "The 1nc"

Malcolm x, by any means

Thinkin of the the dreams

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

The bigger the the fun

Go where you ain't been

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

Here's the answer and the antidote: