This is a song about "The beez neez"

Where the fuck the chorus

I think found where your mind was

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

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

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Little latasha sho' grown

As the king upon the throne

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Still the man with the pan

You gotta let these shits go, man

Don't go to far

Down the street to the car,