This is a song about "The begening"

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

As the tao converted the thief

Cause there could never be peace

The more battles the better the flows

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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