This is a song about "The canterbury tales"

So fuck em' all

From the bench to the ball

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

I'm in the the real world

She wanted to fight at first

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

So, i'm humming a hymn while reading fairy tales by the brothers grimm

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.