This is a song about "The incas"

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Cause after all the lights and screams

Thinkin of the the dreams

Still the man with the pan

Weed i can't pronounce man