This is a song about "The whold"

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Thinkin of the the dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free