This is a song about "The chariot"

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

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

In the face of the outside.

And what ya cook like

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

The bigger the the fun

Top ranked, number one my son

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Feels like im a horse n my life is the chariot,

Grown men never should bite their tongue

To the voice of the oblivion,