This is a song about "The apartheid"

They blowing up my phone

As the king upon the throne

Endless the days, forever the nights,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

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

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

Down the street to the car,

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Pulling down her skirt

The dope the rhyme wizard

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news