This is a song about "The rakster"

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Saw the bombs on the news

My time with their half-witted reviews

Still the man with the pan

So if i talk down to a man

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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