This is a song about "The beez neez"

So is dr. j and moses malone

As the king upon the throne

Down the street to the car,

She prayed on me passing that bar

From the gutter to the roof

Its cold as shit in this booth

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine