This is a song about "The gateway"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

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

The dope the rhyme wizard

Gotta work - slight work

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga