This is a song about "The ville"

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

My hopes and all my wishes

The name of the game is

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

The game plan, the game plan

Just take control if you can

The more battles the better the flows

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Choked the one on the throne