This is a song about "Douglas the jeep"

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

The realist in the game

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

And i love you all

From the bench to the ball

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Long as she come to me first

I'm in the the real world

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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