This is a song about "The shruggle"

So while you worry about the hoes

The more battles the better the flows

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

As the king upon the throne

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care