This is a song about "The greastest"

And could i be a star

Down the street to the car,

You're the corner stone

As the king upon the throne

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

From the gutter to the roof

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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