This is a song about "The rakster"

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

Still the man with the pan

Yeah, the kid in this thang

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team