This is a song about "Paige the sketchbook"

So i ain't giving a fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

The more battles the better the flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between