This is a song about "The circulatory sytem"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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