This is a song about "The cw"

The more battles the better the flows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

The bigger the the fun

I pop one, you pop one

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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