This is a song about "The fog"

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

The more battles the better the flows

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Getting pissed off because everything is one big fog.