This is a song about "The columbian exchange"

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

From the bottom to the top

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Got the passion for the music

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

The weed into the bong

Stood out like pootie tang