This is a song about "The unlucky"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

From the bottom to the top

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

I don't care what it did to them

Do the math, get the sum

Enter the building through the window

Ha, in your loophole though