This is a song about "Must fix"

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

I need my rap fix, like a nympho needs the dick.

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix

This world is sick and these voices i can never fix.

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

I'm from the number one place on the map

These rats can fix my handicap

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Where must i go, who must i know

Maybe you shouldn't fix what may not be broken,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them