This is a song about "The monroe doctrine"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Im the one waring the mussel,

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Choked the one on the throne

Ships that sail to distant places

The name of the game is

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

Alcohol and booty calls

The fiends supply the shady

We might be back in this baby

The game plan, the game plan

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the