This is a song about "The establishment"

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

The bigger the the fun

Go where you ain't been

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The more battles the better the flows

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

The game plan, the game plan

She said she's never had a man