This is a song about "The fuq"

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

The bigger the the fun

I told him get his 9 and run

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

Found this spot in pasadena and shack with her, an investment

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth