This is a song about "The clas"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

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

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

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

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

Where the fuck the chorus

That's why i shine like i does

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

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

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes