This is a song about "The ecosystem"

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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