This is a song about "Jodof the jiglee"

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Tina perm your fucking weave

As the tao converted the thief

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Saw the bombs on the news

Hop off the bus

Where the fuck the chorus

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

And i can't help but stare, cause