This is a song about "The fug"

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Where the fuck the chorus

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

The bigger the the fun

Think fast, fast women

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Down the street to the car,

And could i be a star

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back