This is a song about "The blitz"

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

That's word to my mom

The weed into the bong

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

From the bottom to the top

Red dots cause i’m red hot

So we can live again

The realist in the game

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

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