This is a song about "The ceckret formule"

Alcohol and booty calls

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

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

Down the street to the car,

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

As the tao converted the thief

Where the fuck the chorus

Back when crack was enormous

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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