This is a song about "Laru the fisherman"

I get that work from my face

The streetz is aint the safe

In earth, as it is in heaven

The bigger the the fun

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Reminisce the times and the laughter

The water from the past is the same water in the present

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The truth but thats the way

Take my moms, move away