This is a song about "The jui"

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

I pop one, you pop one

The bigger the the fun

Here's the answer and the antidote:

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Still the man with the pan

Money long from here to japan

You left your nigga on his own

As the king upon the throne