This is a song about "The heritic"

The more battles the better the flows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

The bigger the the fun

I'm caged up in state prison

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama