This is a song about "The hoo"

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

The game plan, the game plan

Self made self paid man

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Where the fuck the chorus

That's why i shine like i does

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

So if you wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

After i rap there like boo hoo and hush up they try to rewrite there raps but fucked up

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues