This is a song about "The beatles"

The fiends supply the shady

Bait baby, wait baby

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

I said i don’t give a fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

The bigger the the fun

I don't trust no one

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama