This is a song about "The squirts"

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Still the man with the pan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Please sugar don't come alone

As the king upon the throne

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

From the gutter to the roof