This is a song about "Basil the bagel"

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Than the birds on the wire

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

After the fire, comes the rain

My buzz is like cocaine