This is a song about "The fbi"

The weed into the bong

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Got the passion for the music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Hoping that he's listening

The flooding of the nothing

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

I'm the nigga with the juice

Yeah, look here i pay dues

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

The replacement of the word "mother"