This is a song about "Wilson the hedgehog"

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Where the fuck the chorus

I think found where your mind was

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

As the king upon the throne

Now i'm in the zone

L o u d air i breathe

As the tao converted the thief