This is a song about "The outsiders flashback"

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

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Backpackers, slackers, like flapjack, let's backtrack, a flashback.

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Fuck it, i'm done

The bigger the the fun

Soon as i get home

Choked the one on the throne