This is a song about "The mayans"

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

From the gutter to the roof

Without the sound of guns

Advancing like mayans

Cause there could never be peace

As the tao converted the thief

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

Still the man with the pan

Playboy, i don't own that man

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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