This is a song about "The bea"

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Still the man with the pan

I put that shit on my man

Almost lost my life to the industry

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

The more battles the better the flows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Five shots she ready to leave

Thinkin of the the dreams