This is a song about "The wnd"

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Thinkin of the the dreams

Hate it when i leave

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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