This is a song about "The latin root scrib"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

The more battles the better the flows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

The bigger the the fun

Top ranked, number one my son

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

The root of all evil's what i'm chasing with no patience

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits