This is a song about "The catigorical imperative"

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Where the fuck the chorus

I think found where your mind was

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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