This is a song about "Live from the creek"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

''will i live from this crash?'', but she twitched n' collapsed

I don't live in the hood

You bull shit, look

In piss creek with rumble from your city

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

No, no, we are not those

Live from the lamont's rose

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

We are all god's creation, live from birth until cremation

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

After that moscato hit

Live on the microphone

Please sugar don't come alone