This is a song about "The creatures"

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

Than the birds on the wire

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I descend from creatures that walked before the sun shined on the planet you call home

We love for a while then a light goes

The more battles the better the flows

Why can't these creatures just up and die like they're supposed to?

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures