This is a song about "The bean"

The fiends supply the shady

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Choked the one on the throne

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

Never exposed to elements, nothing but lima bean

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

The more battles the better the flows

We love for a while then a light goes