This is a song about "The blueprinted"

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Where the fuck the chorus

That's why i shine like i does

Thinkin of the the dreams

I say "stay", she wanna leave

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows

Been running around trying find a job

Here's the answer and the antidote:

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof