This is a song about "The gaaxy"

As much as i wanna leave

As the tao converted the thief

The bigger the the fun

And when it's said and done

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served