This is a song about "The prince"

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

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

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Buyin' the best of fresh prince for the bedroom

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room