This is a song about "The whold"

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

As the tao converted the thief

Got tired of running from the police

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

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