This is a song about "The circulatory sytem"

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

The more battles the better the flows

Slaughter your circulatory like leukemia

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

The bigger the the fun

And it weighs a ton

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Im the one waring the mussel,

As i light one for ill will

The fiends supply the shady

I reel them in, goadomes on see