This is a song about "The sixfire"

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

Tina perm your fucking weave

As the tao converted the thief

Little latasha sho' grown

As the king upon the throne

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

With women with issues

From the gutter to the roof

The more battles the better the flows

Guess i’m different than most

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk