This is a song about "The chariot"

The bigger the the fun

I'm a son of gun

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

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

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

After the fire, comes the rain

In the face of the outside.

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Talking about the god you serve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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