This is a song about "The renaissance"

The replacement of the word "mother"

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Now we must stand tall

Where the ball meets the wall

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

In the heat of the summer,

Are you perfect motherfucker

How the fuck a deal matter

Reminisce the times and the laughter

The realist in the game

Parking lot of the blue flame