This is a song about "Liver"

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

Alcoholic dad died of damaged liver..step dad was also a leaver he succumbed to my shovel/

I'm sure she remember the time she kick me in the liver

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

If this battle was a brawl i'd go to the liver like you ordered take out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

And i'll eat your liver with a nice chianti.

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I heard liqours bad for you liver well im bad for your kidney

My finger on the trigger, again in the liver, like my reps gotta pump

Pumping the juice with no producersrun for cover when you hear the bass thump

Not a moment to bicker, sinner born tonight, a winner's liver torn in spite

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride