This is a song about "The 1nc"

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Where the fuck the chorus

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Live my life through some film, man

Still the man with the pan

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust