This is a song about "The 21st amend"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

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

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

The bigger the the fun

And i know that you're open