This is a song about "The drew"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I even drew a clear picture in the words

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Fucks i give? big easy, drew brees

That'll do anything that i please

It's really not an issue

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her