This is a song about "Giorgi das arschloch"

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

As the king upon the throne

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Five shots she ready to leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

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

Play the game nigga

I bring the heat like the

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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