This is a song about "Pools"

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

And as the blood pools at my feet i say pass the coors.

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Cut up your bodies and place then in the bottom of pools

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

They live in mansions with pools, communities gated,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

It's mystical, the way them dealers got the swimming pools,

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

And as the blood pools at my feet i say pass the coors.

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Drainin' enough blood to fill eighty wading pools where kids could play