This is a song about "The diff"

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

All that ass in your jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I gotta question for you man

Still the man with the pan

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Endless the days, forever the nights,