This is a song about "The sandlot"

The more battles the better the flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I thought i recognized her

In the heat of the summer,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

I'm the nigga with the juice

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

The replacement of the word "mother"

The truth but thats the way

No one knows what to say

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

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

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america