This is a song about "The apostles creed"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

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

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust