This is a song about "The galaxy"

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Enter the building through the window

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.

The truth but thats the way

Few chips, i get out n' spray

The streetz is aint the safe

And pray for better days

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Do the math, get the sum

Most of them niggas dumb

I ain't did shit officer

The replacement of the word "mother"