This is a song about "The monroe doctrine"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

The more battles the better the flows

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Crazy talking and foolish

The name of the game is

She was hoter than marilyn monroe

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow