This is a song about "Creek the mabn"

The bigger the the fun

In earth, as it is in heaven

Where the fuck the chorus

And men'll chase love

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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