This is a song about "The outsider"

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

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

The bigger the the fun

I'm a son of gun

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

Cause there'll never be peace

As the tao converted the thief