This is a song about "The greeks"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

The realist in the game

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

It's the middle, the middle