This is a song about "Jeremy the bowtie"

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Endless the days, forever the nights,

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Where the fuck the chorus

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

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

The bigger the the fun

I wonder so often

As the tao converted the thief

You gotta breathe and be at ease

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows