This is a song about "The hardlife"

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

She prayed on me passing that bar

Down the street to the car,

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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