This is a song about "The fig"

So if you wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

As the tao converted the thief

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Ever since then i had no job

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

The bigger the the fun

Hold on you can see my vision

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera