This is a song about "The env"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

They be like damn

Still the man with the pan

From the gutter to the roof

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

As the tao converted the thief

Tina perm your fucking weave

As the king upon the throne

Little latasha sho' grown

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Where the fuck the chorus

See boy she been in love

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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