This is a song about "The inca"

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

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Cause there'll never be peace

As the tao converted the thief

Where the fuck the chorus

And panned out, i'm all in love

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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