This is a song about "The kraang"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

We running that show all around the globe

Here's the answer and the antidote:

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

So if you wanna leave

As the tao converted the thief

On the bible you can run

The bigger the the fun

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Saw the bombs on the news