This is a song about "The wiggles"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

We running that show all around the globe

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

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

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

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Still the man with the pan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang