This is a song about "The frick frack"

Still the man with the pan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Malia family, we the family

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

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/