This is a song about "The pigman"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

From the gutter to the roof

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Endless the days, forever the nights,