This is a song about "The derst"

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Where the fuck the chorus

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

From the gutter to the roof

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Just a little nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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