This is a song about "The heritic"

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Still the man with the pan

Them niggas newbie bang

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

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

I put these poems all in these songs

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