This is a song about "The ra"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

And my regime includes east coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Get the fuckin ra after your

She leave her hair on the floor

Everything ain't what it seems

Thinkin of the the dreams

The game plan, the game plan

Weed i can't pronounce man

Alcohol and booty calls

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

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