This is a song about "The hoobs"

Saw the bombs on the news

My time with their half-witted reviews

The more battles the better the flows

This is love, nothing else close

As the tao converted the thief

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

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

Still the man with the pan

So part of the plan

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag