This is a song about "The pigeon"

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

The savage with the statics

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

May not change the world

The sequel to the first

Show yourself what have you hidden so get ridden or i will u mark u peace like a pigeon

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run