This is a song about "The outsider"

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Still the man with the pan

Weed i can't pronounce man

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack