This is a song about "Jillian the goat"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

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

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Got hu women frostburg women

The bigger the the fun

His body was lying on the ground like a slaughtered goat.......

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I have taken raps goat title

And even buy you a bottle

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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