This is a song about "The electromagnetic spectrum"

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

With the goons i spar

Down the street to the car,

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Malia family, we the family

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

From the gutter to the roof

Zero options to choose

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

As the king upon the throne

So don't follow me home