This is a song about "Charlotte the harot"

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

The bigger the the fun

And i listen to common

After the fire, comes the rain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

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

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

This bag is from seattle

Your the boat without the paddle

The more battles the better the flows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those