This is a song about "The corps"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

Still the man with the pan

Pushing in my mama van

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Where the fuck the chorus

See boy she been in love