This is a song about "The clas"

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

I'm a son of gun

The bigger the the fun

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

The more battles the better the flows

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Still the man with the pan

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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