This is a song about "The galexy"

White with a badge or anyone

The bigger the the fun

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

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

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Still the man with the pan

Told ya i’m focused man

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote: