This is a song about "The chandelier"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

From the gutter to the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

All we need is convienient love

Where the fuck the chorus