This is a song about "The bler"

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The bigger the the fun

I can only imagine

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Young money, d-town's all star

Down the street to the car,

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

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the