This is a song about "The corps"

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

As the king upon the throne

Before i leave home

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

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