This is a song about "The westside"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Tryna find the one

The bigger the the fun

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

From the cradle to the grave

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

After the fire, comes the rain

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Account overdraft what i got this debit for