This is a song about "The beez neez"

Saw the bombs on the news

Duck duck, say goose

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Black fours red drop head doors

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

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

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

From the gutter to the roof

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

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

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