This is a song about "The ukraine"

As the tao converted the thief

Niggas who ain't seen beef

Here's the answer and the antidote:

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

From the gutter to the roof

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

When i get my hands on nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

As the king upon the throne

Little latasha sho' grown

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

And i can't help but stare, cause