This is a song about "The soice"

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Self made self paid man

Still the man with the pan

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

So when ya see me nigga

I bring the heat like the

The more battles the better the flows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes