This is a song about "The dustbin"

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

Hope my city is not too far

Down the street to the car,

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

I put that shit on my man

Still the man with the pan