This is a song about "Holly the slag"

The dopest on the planet

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

The sequel to the first

And for me it's reversed

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

The savage with the statics

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Take a buddy holly holiday

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say