This is a song about "The preamble"

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

The more battles the better the flows

I think it excited her

In the heat of the summer,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

Two reflections into one

The bigger the the fun

The replacement of the word "mother"

Baby, you know who you are

From the bottom to the top

So get them ends hot

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back