This is a song about "The straws"

When they hear me rocking the groove

From the gutter to the roof

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Black fours red drop head doors

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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