This is a song about "Vicky the blondie"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

As much as i wanna leave

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

They forgot about the fourth coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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