This is a song about "The westside"

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

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The paper to the pen.

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

To the voice of the oblivion,

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

From the cradle to the grave

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Where would i be without my dogs

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