This is a song about "The tardis"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

The street slang i be speakin in code

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

Intendent attend them, cool cause

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

The more battles the better the flows

Gotta go, let her leave

As the tao converted the thief