This is a song about "The drew"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

From curb surfingwe working the industry

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

Do the math, get the sum

Magic city tipping them

Would have came back for you

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Fucks i give? big easy, drew brees