This is a song about "The celts"

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Still the man with the pan

Big shit popping, i'm the man

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano