This is a song about "The migra"

Your gonna be on top nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Endless the days, forever the nights,

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

The more battles the better the flows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes