This is a song about "Suprise motha fuka"

But we still gon' need a doctor cause this motha fucka killed it.

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

When i’m in the motha fuckin house like the senators

He's paralyzed its no suprise his heartbeat is so low he's not gon' survive, his will is priced

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

I don't need no mother-fuka telling me we wrong...

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone