This is a song about "The aboriginals and the colonist"

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Before the gain, and all the same

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Kick open the door and settle the score

Humble and the prof double the entourage

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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