This is a song about "The turban"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

Ran outside to see the big show

Enter the building through the window

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

I'm lurking underneath quirrell's turban cursin' in serpent

Why i can't move away

The truth but thats the way

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

The streetz is aint the safe

Yeah hail mary full of grace

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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