This is a song about "Team chant for healthpoint chemist staff"

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Gillis-grant, the people chant

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Minutes or so, so make it last, make it fast, buffer my brass staff,

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

As far as being hard, i feel i’m somewhere near medusa

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Lookin for the crew no tellin where the team at

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder