This is a song about "The warhouse"

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Still the man with the pan

Hoppin' out a van

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave