This is a song about "The catigorical imperative"

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

Metal chair is imperative

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

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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