This is a song about "The cellar"

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

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Well, we are the roses

The name of the game is

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

The key is the only way

Rub my back, then let me lay

Black fours red drop head doors

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.