This is a song about "The shruggle"

From the gutter to the roof

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Down the street to the car,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

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

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats