This is a song about "The arctic"

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

So i parked in a tow-away zone

As the king upon the throne

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

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

Where the fuck the chorus

She can make a pimp fall in love

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.