This is a song about "The rari"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

You're the snow, i'm the sun

I'm in the the real world

But i murder him first

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

The more battles the better the flows

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes