This is a song about "The tro"

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Niggas who ain't seen beef

As the tao converted the thief

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

Where the fuck the chorus

I think found where your mind was

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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