This is a song about "The enviorne"

As the tao converted the thief

I give bitches dick and leave

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Still the man with the pan

You gotta understand man

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Where the fuck the chorus

On the slow jam of love

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

And of course, my car's off course

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

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer