This is a song about "The sandlot"

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

In the heat of the summer,

Got the passion for the music

Get the zippo and spark the shit

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Full of shit, like i ate that john

The weed into the bong

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

The bigger the the fun

And i am one of one

Reminisce the times and the laughter

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

So they taught me to spray

The truth but thats the way