This is a song about "The bler"

Gotta go, let her leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm a son of a gun

The bigger the the fun

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

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

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Where the fuck the chorus

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Still the man with the pan