This is a song about "The appol"

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

From the gutter to the roof

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

The more battles the better the flows

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga