This is a song about "Nichole the butler"

So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Where the fuck the chorus

Back when crack was enormous