This is a song about "Richard the lionheart"

It ain't where i been

The bigger the the fun

But elon don't got no proof

From the gutter to the roof

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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