This is a song about "The beac"

That gal want me ride har

Down the street to the car,

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

As the king upon the throne

On my way back home

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

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