This is a song about "The corps"

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Down the street to the car,

You're in a seminar

As the tao converted the thief

I'm why baby mommas leave