This is a song about "The reformation"

I guzzle up at the bar

Down the street to the car,

All the time with this glock of mines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

Ima let her be by herself in peace

As the tao converted the thief

Still the man with the pan

Self made self paid man

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker