This is a song about "The funkyteens"

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

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

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Every night i stroke hoes

The more battles the better the flows

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Five shots she ready to leave

Thinkin of the the dreams