This is a song about "The diff"

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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

Black fours red drop head doors

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

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

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

Little more weed, first class seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

Still the man with the pan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Down the street to the car,

With the goons i spar

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose