This is a song about "The circulatory sytem"

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

I got rich from a little struggle

Im the one waring the mussel,

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga

Of one day getting older

I'm the client you're the broker/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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