This is a song about "The 6ix"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

To soho, baby milo so dope

As the king upon the throne

We just want you back at home

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And could i be a star

Down the street to the car,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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