This is a song about "The savanna"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

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

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The street slang i be speakin in code

The bigger the the fun

Baby you're the one

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams