This is a song about "Jillian the goat"

I have taken raps goat title

I'm mental, it's instrumental

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga

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

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

I wanna slice open peoples throats like midevil sacrifices but theres no goat,

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma