This is a song about "Otzi the iceman"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I think found where your mind was

Where the fuck the chorus

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Play the game nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

As the tao converted the thief