This is a song about "The arctic"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And my regime includes east coast

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

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