This is a song about "Pertita the canibal"

Down the street to the car,

Well, that's what you are

Still the man with the pan

Cause u know that this my jam

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

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

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Thinkin of the the dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job