This is a song about "Otzi the iceman"

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams

As the king upon the throne

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

From the gutter to the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

In earth, as it is in heaven

The bigger the the fun

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla