This is a song about "The fuq"

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

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

Almost lost my life to the industry

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

From the gutter to the roof

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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