This is a song about "Wilson the hedgehog"

From the gutter to the roof

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Down the street to the car,

Well, that's what you are

As the tao converted the thief

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

Thought this was forever love

Where the fuck the chorus