This is a song about "The mole"

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

In the face of the outside.

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

So it's nothing to finish

The name of the game is

But make sure if they do see

The fiends supply the shady

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked