This is a song about "The 313"

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

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

Still the man with the pan

I put that shit on my man

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen