This is a song about "The straws"

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

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

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

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

And men'll chase love

Where the fuck the chorus

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

From the gutter to the roof

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Still the man with the pan

Just take control if you can

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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