This is a song about "The rake"

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Too late you took the bait mistook for fake as a rake

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake