This is a song about "The guin"

They forgot about the fourth coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

From the gutter to the roof

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Know i just call it head phone

As the king upon the throne

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

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

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

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga