This is a song about "The cia"

Black fours red drop head doors

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Let's have a toast for this new love

Tryna stay clear of my foes

The more battles the better the flows

It's written in the constitution and in the laws of fbi, cia, or csi

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

I pop one, you pop one

The bigger the the fun