This is a song about "The 309"

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Never forget what ya meant ta

Cause i ain't mad at cha

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Who got the loud bish light it up

I know you're mad, but so what

Bitches talkin shit can't hear em from the sky

I bet you've never seen a pig fly