This is a song about "The algorithm"

The paper to the pen.

Suck my lolly pop then

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

I don’t care where ya are

Than the birds on the wire

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Black fours red drop head doors

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

As i light one for ill will

Your the boat without the paddle

Searching for fortune and fame

After the fire, comes the rain