This is a song about "Heal the"

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

Not all scars show not all wounds heal they don't see a pain that a nigguh feel

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

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

No matter how empty you feel, remember that it will always heal.

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

I need a remedy to heal the wounds

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Damaged beyond what even sorcery can heal;

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma