This is a song about "The whitenigga"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

The more battles the better the flows

Down the street to the car,

Just to let you know, you are

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Here's the answer and the antidote:

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

And of course, my car's off course

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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