This is a song about "The bronx"

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Actions speak louder than words

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm the client you're the broker/

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

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

Choked the one on the throne

Know i just call it head phone

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama