This is a song about "The lakers"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

To the voice of the oblivion,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Take the exit, the nearest left