This is a song about "The bler"

Where the fuck the chorus

And men'll chase love

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

I bring the heat like the

Coroners comfort your mama

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Intendent attend them, cool cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack