This is a song about "The turban"

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

He don't do the same

The realist in the game

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Wanna fuck em all

Where the ball meets the wall