This is a song about "Alan the killa"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

The bigger the the fun

On the bible you can run

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

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

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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