This is a song about "The powers of congress"

Get you high, keep it on the low

Return of the king of flow

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

The things im most scared of

Or now they don't praise enough

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Article 3 said judicial oversees our court system, and article 1 said congress

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five