This is a song about "The trutrh"

With women with issues

From the gutter to the roof

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

So if i talk down to a man

Still the man with the pan

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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