This is a song about "The cheetah"

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

The more battles the better the flows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Of one day getting older

I'm the client you're the broker/

The fiends supply the shady

So while the world goes drake crazy