This is a song about "The bando"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Im the one waring the mussel,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Almost lost my life to the industry

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

If you out there let me hear you say

The key is the only way

And maybe i am but

Stuck in the in the tub,