This is a song about "The tourney"

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

All the time with this glock of mines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Like as if i didn’t know man

Still the man with the pan

You're in a seminar

Down the street to the car,