This is a song about "The bronx"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

These shows be packing tight

In the face of the outside.

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

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

The game plan, the game plan

Choked the one on the throne

And it's well known that rell home