This is a song about "Kaleb the korean"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

That damier bag i bought her

I'm the client you're the broker/

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for