This is a song about "The county"

In 2 to 6 hours

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

The paper to the pen.

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

But girl you got me open

The bigger the the fun

As i light one for ill will

Your the boat without the paddle