This is a song about "The greedy"

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

I know it's greedy to lie, but i just needed to be liked

To the voice of the oblivion,

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Than the birds on the wire

Take the exit, the nearest left

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

The trigger or the chair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

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

Where would i be without my dogs

I am not greedy i give to the needy

Once as a slave who imagined being free