This is a song about "Bennett hellie the striker"

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Still the man with the pan

Like as if i didn’t know man

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Endless the days, forever the nights,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

As the king upon the throne

So i ended up all alone