This is a song about "Parker the marker"

Didn't do a thing at all

Where the ball meets the wall

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

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

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

The realist in the game

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

The weed into the bong

That's word to my mom

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave