This is a song about "Juju on the shit"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Give us this day, our daily bread

Well shit... she bled, on the bed,

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

And not say shit about it on the next day don't do that shit. fuck all that bullshit

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Meanwhile the rich kids are buyin' kush on different shit,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

On top of the game and had the whole shit flattened

Let me rideuntil i get free

The i fri shit on friday

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit