This is a song about "The sacraments"

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

The more battles the better the flows

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

Thinkin of the the dreams

Five shots she ready to leave