This is a song about "The 313"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Where the fuck the chorus

Don’t you be holding back, your love

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

Both: this the perfect plan

Still the man with the pan

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close