This is a song about "Basil the basil"

As the tao converted the thief

Niggas who ain't seen beef

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

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

That gal want me ride har

Down the street to the car,

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen