This is a song about "The pruge"

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

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

On the slow jam of love

Where the fuck the chorus

As the tao converted the thief

Got tired of running from the police

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

So i ended up all alone

As the king upon the throne

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back