This is a song about "The prince"

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Where would i be without my dogs

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

King's being beheaded by the prince with instances of sentences

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag