This is a song about "The celts"

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

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Down the street to the car,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

From the gutter to the roof

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

Still the man with the pan

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Your gonna be on top nigga

I bring the heat like the

Thinkin of the the dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the