This is a song about "The beacg"

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Gotta go, let her leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

From the gutter to the roof

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

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

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the