This is a song about "The westside"

We have nothing in common

The bigger the the fun

Your the boat without the paddle

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

This the clash of the titans

When you spill out hits