This is a song about "The boiz"

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

As the king upon the throne

Thinkin of the the dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

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

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

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,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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