This is a song about "Mikey the dispatcher"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

So now she picks up the gun

The bigger the the fun