This is a song about "Rupert the drunkard"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

And don't you bring your camera phone

As the king upon the throne

The bigger the the fun

Tryna find the one

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

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

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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