This is a song about "Cath the badger"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

The bigger the the fun

My drive is like no one

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

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

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Hope my city is not too far

Down the street to the car,

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

She acting all extra

I bring the heat like the

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues