This is a song about "The tro"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Still the man with the pan

Any way you can

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

They forgot about the fourth coast

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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