This is a song about "The derst"

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Still the man with the pan

They talk say cool jew na the man

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

All we need is convienient love

Where the fuck the chorus

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

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

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