This is a song about "The fixer"

Its cold as shit in this booth

From the gutter to the roof

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Can’t you see just how long my run

The bigger the the fun

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

As the king upon the throne

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone