This is a song about "The funkyteens"

Where the fuck the chorus

I think found where your mind was

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

Down the street to the car,

Baby, you know who you are

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

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

The more battles the better the flows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes