This is a song about "The circulatory sytem"

Uh ha, you know what

Stuck in the in the tub,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Im the one waring the mussel,

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

The bigger the the fun

I pop one, you pop one

Told ya i’m focused man

The game plan, the game plan

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture