This is a song about "The cornfield"

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Down the street to the car,

Well, that's what you are

I gotta question for you man

Still the man with the pan

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Duck duck, say goose

Saw the bombs on the news

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Here's the answer and the antidote:

To soho, baby milo so dope