This is a song about "The lamb"

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

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

Faxed a train, and killed a jam, cracks unchained a skilled lamb,

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was black as coal,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll