This is a song about "The ccc"

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Once as a slave who imagined being free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

The more battles the better the flows

And i know - there'll never be peace

As the tao converted the thief