This is a song about "The griffen"

Still the man with the pan

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

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

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team