This is a song about "The united colonists"

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

Eyes poked out the the raven

Don't drop that thun thun

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

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

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

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

He might have the same whip

The dopest on the planet

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit