This is a song about "The blash"

Where the fuck the chorus

On the slow jam of love

Cold world no blanket son

The bigger the the fun

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

From curb surfingwe working the industry

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

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos