This is a song about "The humble bisquit"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I bring the heat like the

Play the game nigga

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Now im untouchable even in the worst situation i enjoy it all, humble i know

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Humble and the prof double the entourage

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

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

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst