This is a song about "Zat the yak"

White with a badge or anyone

The bigger the the fun

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

Still the man with the pan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Down the street to the car,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Thinkin of the the dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams