This is a song about "The lictures"

Down the street to the car,

I'm a fucking rap star

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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

Just a little nigga

I bring the heat like the

Still the man with the pan

She said she's never had a man