This is a song about "The aisans"

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Down the street to the car,

I'm a fucking rap star

Here's the answer and the antidote:

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Ass shots is a plus

Where the fuck the chorus

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote: