This is a song about "The diff"

Where the fuck the chorus

I think found where your mind was

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Cause there'll never be peace

As the tao converted the thief

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

From the gutter to the roof

Its cold as shit in this booth