This is a song about "The acropole"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

The more battles the better the flows

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen