This is a song about "Fucj the opps"

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

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Actions speak louder than words

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Cuz ignorance is bliss

The name of the game is

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama