This is a song about "The hoobs"

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

From the gutter to the roof

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

I bring the heat like the

A criminal grind nigga

Saw the bombs on the news

Duck duck, say goose

Be shy when we're all alone

As the king upon the throne