This is a song about "The beacg"

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And don't you bring your camera phone

As the king upon the throne

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

So while you worry about the hoes

The more battles the better the flows

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose