This is a song about "The greeks"

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

The savage with the statics

When you spill out hits

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Come see real niggas on my team

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga