This is a song about "Charlotte the harot"

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

After the fire, comes the rain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad