This is a song about "The drew"

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

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

We can make more, make babies

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Flyer than the rest of them

Do the math, get the sum

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Work straight out the kitchen

The bigger the the fun

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,