This is a song about "Arthur the anteater"

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Little more weed, first class seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

As the king upon the throne

She wanna be grown

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes