This is a song about "The gratest"

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

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

As the tao converted the thief

Niggas who ain't seen beef

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Still the man with the pan

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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