This is a song about "Liver"

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

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/

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

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

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

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

So don't be surprised when i eat your liver, on the spot

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free